You want me to wipe your pants?”
“That’s right, Claudia,” Dr. Thorpe told me. “But I put the towel away,” I retorted. “That’s ok, Claudia. Just use your hands.”
He seemed quite adamant that I clean his trousers. And strangely, as I stood this close to him, drinking in the sight of his attractive features and lean body... I felt a desire to comply, and so I did, extending my hands above his groin. I loved a powerful man.
“Go on,” he said, urging me along.
“Yes, Dr. Thorpe.”
Now my hands were on his pants, dusting lightly from side to side. I crossed over the zipper, flicking away the last bit of the crumbs... that is the precise moment I felt it. Some thick bulge beneath the material, growing larger and larger each time I rubbed along his clothes. It... felt wonderful. I'd never been s
